As I finger her clit, another finger presses inside. Her hips rise up to push my hand in further and I can feel the walls of her vagina squeezing me.T...en she reaches up and pulls a black, leather harness along with a double ended dildo from under the pillow. We both smile and I get up on my knees so she can strap the harness on me. Inserting the dildo into the harness she teases me for a bit before sliding the hard rubber end into my vagina. There is no need for lubrication. Snapped in I’m. I find myself needing him. If I am honest with myself I will admit I find myself wanting him. And what he does to me. What he makes me do. He exudes power. Mastery. Images of that clinical torture chamber inside the vault keep appearing on the fringes of my mind and fleeting questions about what he would do to me there. No. It isn’t ‘would.’ It is ‘will.’ If I am honest with myself I will admit that something inside me reacts to the certainly of that ‘will.’ Is that what I want? What has he. He laughed and we got out, dried off, and got dressed to travel. I’d selected a pair of white slacks that were quite close-fitting, but comfortable. My top was a lightweight, cream-colored cashmere sweater with a scoop neckline. Hopefully, it would keep me warm in the winter weather outside, but still be light enough that I wouldn’t pit out after we landed. One of my fancy new bras really enhanced my cleavage and Dan whistled when he saw me. ‘Holy shit, Beth. That is one hot outfit. We’ll be. ‘She’ll be fine,’ Monica assured him with a cruelly gentle grin. ‘She’s your bitch now, after all. Do you like that? So much to teach you, Casey. So many pleasures to introduce you to.’ Casey stared in wide-eyed amazement at his foster mother even while his carnal pleasures soared. He could feel Tori’s struggle to breathe, but he could also feel his guilty enjoyment build. ‘You should consider having her call you master,’ Monica suggested with a light kiss on his neck. ‘That’s what you are now..